Chapter 3: The Strongest High School Student
Chapter 3: The Strongest High School Student
The abandoned production plant was eerily empty, with a strong stench of blood coming from the center.
A pile of lifeless bodies lay there, stacked like cargo.
They were students deceived by the Starry Sky Gate, lured to this so-called training school, only to be slaughtered mercilessly.
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Those who came here were just ordinary people, trying to learn a skill to survive.
Perhaps that auntie was someone's mother, hoping to cook better meals for her family.
Perhaps that student struggled with grades but wanted a skill to ease his parents' burden.
Perhaps that gray-haired father just wanted a stable job to support his family.
Yet, in this world shrouded by time-space disasters, even those who minded their own business became innocent victims.
The culprits?
These cowards who chose to side with foreign races!
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Kill.
Jiang Tian stared coldly at the ritual happening inside the factory.
A man stood in the center, performing some kind of ceremony.
Jiang Tian narrowed his eyes.
Then, his expression changed.
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The man cut off his own arm.
No blood spilled.
He howled frantically, pressing an unknown object onto his severed shoulder.
Jiang Tian's eyes widened.
"Wait… is that…?"
"A pig's trotter?"
Jiang Tian's mind was filled with question marks.
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He killed so many people… just to attach a pig's trotter to himself?
He scammed people's tuition, wasted their dreams, stole their futures—
All to become a pig's trotter?
Jiang Tian glanced at the factory gate, then checked the time on his phone.
The patrol officers would take too long to arrive.
This place was too remote.
By the time reinforcements came, the ritual would be complete, and the Starry Sky Gate members would escape.
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"No."
Jiang Tian couldn't wait any longer.
If they escaped, his tuition money would be gone forever.
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Jiang Tian exhaled deeply, then took a long breath.
With each inhale and exhale, his breathing slowed.
His pores closed, and his blood surged like rushing rivers.
His muscles tensed, his vessels bulged, and his body prepared for battle.
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He was not a warrior.
He had never practiced martial arts in this world.
But he had something else—
His talent.
And now, this world's unique properties had changed him even more.
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Jiang Tian memorized the factory layout, then walked a bit farther from the closed gate.
He locked his gaze ahead.
His body tightened.
Then—
Bang!
Jiang Tian rushed forward like a cheetah, aiming straight for the factory gate!
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Inside the Factory…
The Starry Sky Gate members watched the ritual in awe.
Some even took out their phones to record the moment.
Their leader was about to fuse with the great Red Pig Clan and become a noble alien.
To them, this was glory.
A future beyond human understanding.
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"Respect foreign races."
"Integrate into foreign races."
"Become foreign races."
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Suddenly—
A loud, rhythmic sound echoed.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Like a war drum.
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The cultists exchanged glances.
"What's that sound?"
"It's coming from the door."
"Old Huang, go check it out!"
A man near the entrance—Old Huang—turned around, reaching for the door handle.
Just as he touched it—
He froze.
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The sound grew louder.
It was right in his ear.
Then—
The door rushed toward him.
His companions gasped.
Before Old Huang could react, he was flattened against the ground.
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The heavy factory door crushed him, grinding him against the floor like a steamroller.
His bones snapped, his flesh was torn apart, and his life was extinguished before he could even scream.
Darkness swallowed him.
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Silence.
Then—
Chaos.
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The Starry Sky Gate members stared in shock.
Before they could even see what happened, a shadow dashed past them.
"Someone's attacking!"
"Stop them!"
"Keep him away from the ritual!"
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Just as one of them finished shouting, a young face appeared in front of him.
His school uniform caught the cultist off guard.
"A… high school student?"
He hesitated—
And in that single moment, Jiang Tian attacked.
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Boom!
A punch struck his heart.
The sheer force ruptured it instantly, sending shockwaves through his body.
His chest burst open from the inside out.
Blood gushed from his mouth.
His body went limp.
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Jiang Tian grabbed his head.
A quick twist.
Crack!
His neck snapped.
Jiang Tian let go, and the lifeless body slumped to the ground.
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Jiang Tian didn't stop.
Bang!
He stomped on the corpse's dantian, then kicked it aside.
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The remaining cultists hesitated.
They had rushed forward—but now, they froze.
They had just watched this high schooler—
Blow up a heart.
Snap a neck.
Crush a dantian.
Kick the body away.
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His movements were smooth.
Precise. Ruthless. Efficient.
A terrifying murderous aura radiated from him.
When his sharp gaze swept over them, they shuddered.
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He was young.
His face still had traces of boyhood.
Yet—
Why did they feel like they were facing a battlefield demon?
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"What are you panicking for?!"
A muscular man in a vest shouted.
"He's just a kid! He hasn't even awakened yet!"
"He hasn't trained! He's not a warrior! We outnumber him—take him down!"
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He gritted his teeth, then sneered:
"Haven't we already killed enough people?"
"What's one more?"